looking through the window <br />flower head <br />past the zenith of it's bloom <br /> <br />sees silent as it hovers <br />where a spaceship's lost it's zoom <br />so shortly after blast-off <br />with little or no sound <br />it's odyssey's suspended <br />just three feet off the ground <br /> <br />faces at the portals <br />pressed against the glass <br />and the colours in her petals <br />were not meant to last <br /> <br />when they knew that it was over <br />were they suddenly aware <br />it's all about not knowing <br />what is really there<br /><br />Stephen Brian Brady<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-moment-when/
